I wish I could write her a poem.
Her smile is enough to stop the world, I love it shen she grins at me; even if it\'s fake.
Her presence is a breath of fresh air, it could calm my lungs forever, she is so refreshing.
Her voice is as soft as pillows and as smooth as honey.
Her face is the sunshine on a cold, gloomy day; warming me up.
Her laugh is music, so angelic and perfect, it puts me at ease.
It\'s simple, she is so beautiful.
I could say all these things, but it\'s just not enough.
I want to surrond myself in her, I want to breathe her in. My friends hate her and my mother wouldn\'t like her either; but I just want to love her.
It\'s so hard to explain in words, loving a woman has always been hard but it feels magnificent.
Nights lately have been so lonely and days have been so long, but I remember it\'s all worth it when she\'s around.
Just looking at her, seeing her, being near her, it\'s all worth it.
This is so stupid, I wish I could just write her a poem.